Let it Go [part II - fin]

Continued from part I.

She called back just over half an hour later, and said, "Sorry about that, but you won't believe it, I was sitting down in the garage in my Mercedes for half an hour waiting for Ramon to show up, and then I finally went over to my parking spot and decided to drive in anyway. I'm so pissed off at him, it was just so inconsiderate, him going off for a day and a half and now it's been four days and I haven't been able to park in my parking space that I pay good money for, and have every right to park in, and now every day I've been coming home after a twelve-hour day and not being able to get into my parking spot and it's just been so frustrating..."

"Hang on," I say. "Back up. You mean he still hasn't moved his car? What happened when you talked with him just now?"

"I could sue him, you know. He's partly responsible for my car getting scratched, because he was parked over the line and he forced me to drive my Mercedes into that post. I'm not saying I would do that, but I could, if I were that kind of person. And I know that he did it on purpose, and that Pamela probably told him not to move his car, just because she likes to play those kinds of mind games. She likes to show that she has power, when really she doesn't have any. Ramon was playing power games with me. I can guarantee you that Pamela told him to do that."

There was no use trying to explain to her that Ramon cannot be held responsible for damage to her car that happened while his car was parked, and hers was the only one moving.

"So this has been going on since Monday..."

"But it's OK now? He moved his car?"

"Well yeah, but what's not good is that he left town on Tuesday and didn't even bother to move his car before he left, and it took him until Thursday to move his frickin' car! He told me on Monday he would take care of it but he didn't, and then to top if off he goes out of town and ignores all my messages..."

"But wait, are you saying that he went down just now and moved it, before you were able to get down there?"

"Yeah, but I sat down there in my car for half an hour because I didn't know he'd moved it..."

"But that's good, isn't it?"

"No! Because I've had to park on the street every day because I couldn't get into my parking spot..." Nadine is crying now, and has to pause every so often to inhale. "The temp in the office said she couldn't help me. What the fuck is with this management? I mean, I called every day, and Monica is off sick this week and I tried to explain to the temp what was going on and she was so useless!"

"But it's OK now? Your car is in its spot? Ramon moved his car?"

"Yes, but it shouldn't have taken him so long. He goes out of town for two days, I mean what the fuck? I left him three messages, and I said hey, you need to move your car, I can't get into my spot and I already dented my Mercedes against the post, so move your damned car. I have a twelve-hour day and then all week another 45 minutes is added to it because I have to try to find another place to park. And that bitch Pamela! I saw her in the garage and I said hey, there's someone in that parking spot you said I could use, where should I park? And she said, I'm not working right now, I can't help you."

"You mean Pamela was down in the garage just now?"

"No! That was on Tuesday. You know I know Richard, he's the owner of the building, and Pamela is after Monica's job and everyone knows it. They had a meeting with Richard and he said, Pamela I'm totally on to you, and if you don't shape up you're out of here, and you're not getting Monica's job so forget that. Whatever you do, do not trust her!"

I didn't ask how she could possibly know what was said in such a meeting, if it in fact did take place. I couldn't imagine Monica relaying that information to Nadine.

"She's young, she's stupid. And she's really dumb. She thinks she can better herself by putting other people down. You should have seen the look on her face when she saw me tonight in my Mercedes, down in the garage, she could have done something but no, she says she's not working she can't help me. And then she smirked. I can guarantee that Manny hasn't moved his car because Pamela said to him, fuck with her."

"But Nadine, he's moved his car now, right? And your car is in it's spot, and everything is OK? You can relax, and stop being stressed out. Even if you're right about Pamela, who cares? Don't let her get to you like that."

"I can't help it! You would have been pissed off too. I think I was actually cool and calm and collected compared to anyone else in the building."

Tomorrow is the release date of Postmodern Sass's Greatest Hits Volume V, in honour of her two-and-a-half year blogiversary.